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urltv - franchise vs. jakkboy maine lyrics

[round 1: franchise]
you my brother’s keeper?
all that hype sh-t? this where i start slowin’ ya roll
one week half prep for the main stage? this is how it’ll go
see these b-tches behind you start adlibbin’, i’ma start liftin’ the pole
grippin’ the chrome, the barrel spinnin’ off jack (jakk) like a rotary phone
f-ck a battle, i’ll open-hand smack jakk
or a headshot, will make him backtrack
the coroner’s got his noodles in the bag: we makin’ jack mac!
n-gga f-ck the goonies, most of these n-ggas mad trash
i’ll put some bags on ya head, that’s mad stacks
i’ll never fold, i’ll pull a n-gga’s card – that’s mad facts
y’all get it?
n-gga i’ll hit you and ace, 2 in 1: i’mma black, jakk! (blackjack)
you my n-gga, but i ain’t playin’ wit’ bro
see, last time on the main stage, you ran off
this time, you ain’t finna roll
i’m wavin’ the fo’
and i got somethin’ up sleeve {gun cl1cks} that’ll put your ace in the hole
n-gga i’m right at your door, i shot him once
he hit the pavement so i shot him some more
it’s a lakers game, jakk (jack) will get a permanent spot on the floor
i’m upset, i’m gunnin’ for whoever up next
dump tec’s
i’m hittin’ jakk (jack) on a late night like a drunk ex
i ain’t play for real, we aim to k!ll, bang the steel
i couldn’t wait to let these rounds off like trainin’ wheels
you not ready, two hands on the b-tch, i hold my glock steady
big–ss gun, and the clip stickin’ out like rex belly
i move sh-t, i told you we was trappin’ wit’ the tool grip
dope boy, a smooth whip
n-gga, i used to flip drugs (drugz) like moon did
n-gga, we standin’ tall
big–ss gun and i air ’em all
you ain’t heard what i said?
i’ll swing on drugs (drugz) like barry bonds!
how many times i tell you we live that life?
my n-gga grip those pipes
jakk, i have more grams on me than bingo night
but you wanna know about my life?
because i’m foreign, strapped up, can cross no borders
in a bando, a bandit and the pack gorgeous
n-gga the trap phone ringin’ longer than zack morris
but you b-tches wanna get hype, you better tell them to grip
have them strap in handy
jakk, if they adlibbin’, i’ma grip a maggie
yeah, as soon as they gas, i’ll lean a (‘gasolina’) n-gga like daddy yankee!
i’ll grip on a .9 in case ya man try to slide
it’s grand theft auto jakk, stealin’ (steel in) ya ride
i see death in ya eyes and you’re a victim of mine
the toy came with a sh-ll like a kinder surprise
you can’t do sh-t for free, i lift and squeeze
shotgun on me, try to jump me
i got the dump in my pants like lil’ reese
see you be rattin’, any minute
see they be chattin’, you see the difference?
catch the setup after like jimmy henchman
nickel-plated, trigger finger, i’m penny-pinchin’
i’ll body any day with the sl1ckest rhythm
ya n-ggas trippin’ i’ll grip a smith n’
or put a band on ya head like jimi hendrix
this a body, in the gym duffle
clip touch you
big buckle, big ratchet
sig’ clappin’; ms. hustle
y’all n-ggas a bunch of instigators
f-ck a favor
drive-by, window down, i’m tryin’ to check a hater
silencer on it, i’ll grip ’em later
all you’ll hear is {cl1ck cl1ck cl1ck cl1ck cl1ck}
sound like i left on my indicator
you know my slogan

[round 1: jakkboy maine]

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